The following morning, Bonnie's mum had tables out on the front lawn cluttered with all sorts of junk she didn't need any more. Of course Bonnie didn't consider her toys junk, but she knew she wouldn't be needing them anymore, and that some little kid else could cherish and play with them, just as she had. But this little kid had to promise to look after them, just as she had promised to Andy.
Bonnie carried the toy box downstairs and brought them outside to her mum.
"How much are you selling them for?" Her mum asked.
" Not sure but I want them to be all together, whoever buys them." Bonnie said.
She kept the box at the other end of the garden, where only few could notice it.
Many people came and bought things, but no-one bought the toys. A few people attempted to buy a few separately, but Bonnie wouldn't allow it.
"It's all, or none of them." She said firmly to a man from a few houses down the road who had Woody and Jessie in his hand. She took the toys off him and placed them back in the box and closed the lid.
"Phew, that was close," Woody sighed.
"See, what did I tell you, Bonnie wouldn't split us up." Buzz said proudly.
"Yeah, but I don't see anyone content on buying the lot of us, and you know what that means." Potato head grumbled.
"What!?" The peas in a pod gasped in chorus.
"We'll either be put back in the attic forever or Thrown away!"
They all began to panic.
"Shh! Everyone calm down!" Woody said, which seemed to be something he said frequently
Bonnie was helping her mum carry some more things out when a little boy ran in front of her. She dropped the stuff on a nearby table and almost fell over. the little boy watched her worriedly.
"Whoa, watch what you're doing." Bonnie said softly, smiling.
"Sorry." The boy said shyly. Bonnie looked closer at him and noticed he seemed familiar. His chestnut brown hair, his baby blue eyes the small freckles across his nose.
A tall man walked over, Bonnie assumed it must have been his dad, he scooped the boy up and placed him on his shoulders.
"Daddy!" The boy shrieked with laughter as his Dad rocked him around making 'zooming' noises.
"Three...two...one...Blastoff!" The man counted down, throwing his son up and catching him again.
The little boy looked just like his dad, Bonnie examined his face more and then suddenly gasped.
"Andy?" She asked.